The Penn's Grove record., 1887-07-16


Jupiter"
Mr.. Pevensey started. "You don't
mean to say you live on the planet
JUPITER" lie asked.
"The ghos5 nodded. "Yes we do"
said he, taking a long pull at his cigar.
Mr.. Pevensey sank back again,
merely remarking, "Well, I'm bowed"
"You see, explained the ghost, sits
this way: You die and go to Jupiter;
then when your time comes you return
TO the earth and live over again; now,
1 was Osslan once, you know"
''Ossianl" exclaimed MI. Pevensey,
astonished. "Then, who have l been;
who was I last?3
The ghost was evidently embarrassed
by this question. He looked at Mr..
Pevensey, then at the fire, and knocked
the ashes off his cigar, but did not an
swer. Ills questioner become impa-
tent.
"Of course, l don't expect 1 have
been an Ossian; I was probably some
humble citizen, or perhaps an honest
artisan" This was SAID as an encour-
agement and 8 starting-polnt for his
Wis avis.
you used to live where she does
now--Miss Emory, you know"
Mr., PeVensey thought this a most
remarkable piece Of intelligence, but he
also regarded it as an evasion of the
question.
"No matter where I lived" he said;
''are you going to tell me who l WASP
eff you must know I'll tell you.
You were a crook-a disreputable
character, you know-used to live
where the future Mrs. z. does now
got killed in a drunken brawl, and died
IN a hospital. There; you would have
it, Pen; if you don't like it it's not my
fault; | didn't intend to tell you"
Mr.. Pevensey during this speech
gradually assumed an expression that
BODIED no good to his transparent guest.
When tie latter had finished he arose,
and, taking a position directly before
Pembroke, said in a deep bass: "You
| are a liarl''
The ghost leered at Mr.. Pevensey in
a manner most provoking to the latter's
dignity, and then said calmly: You
used to treat your wife and daughter
shamefully, Pen; you were a perfect
brute. Your wife died in poverty, and
your daughter took to the stage. You
don't believe itP "Well, I'll tell you
what I'll do; just to convince you. I'll
give you something that will cause you
to see people and things as you used to
do-put you back where you were
about-let me see-thirty years ago."
Mr.. Pevensey began TO reflect that
lie was powerless to harm his visit II
and retreated to his chair, where he
meditated in silence for some minutes
on this singular proposition. AT length
curiosity to learn of his former exist.
ence got the better OF his scruples, and,
looking up to the expectant ghost, he
exclaimed, "Ill do It'll"
No sooner were the words spoken
than Mr.. Pevensey was alone, gazing
about in wonderment and plnching
himself to make sure that he was not
dreaming or in q trance. After this
proceeding he uttered divers exclama-
lions expressive of his establishment,
and then relapsed into silence. The
rain still continued, and the clock was
as perverse as ever in its efforts to Guido
It's outside rival; in short, the same in
utlCC GldU hdu DlOuHhb bhO QUILT
sleep on Mr.. Pevensey before. were at
work again, and ere long he was nod
ding, oppressed by a strange feeling Of
lethargy that made him utterly obliv-
iou3 to his surroundings and to the
fight of time. The fire burned lower
and lower and the clock chimed twelve.
The morning hours dragged on, and at
last the sun shone forth on muddy
streets and dripping caves, sending a
ray in at the window full on the SUM
berer's face. He opened his eyes
slowly and gazed about him with an
expression of establishment. Slowly he
rose from his chair and walked to the
window.
'How did 1 come herep" he NUT
tured. "Bill's dlve-the fight-the
knife-a white room with cots-well,
blow mel"
This last exclamation was called forth
by the discovery of his W gold watch
and chain. "Ain't she a beauty?" he
asked himself, taking 1t out and exam
lining it closer. 1.-THE Hooker must
come down handsome for that-hand-
somel Where did l get such fly toys,
anyhow" he continued, surveying
himself with unbounded delight and
admiration. But, | say, I've been
asleep, though-and, what's more,
right here In this festive mansion.
There's some mystery here-Some dark
and awful mystery"
This last was uttered In a hoarse
whisper and accompanied by furtive
~glances around the room; nothing pre-
senting itself in any way explaining his
situation, he stole cautiously out into
the hall, seized his hat, hurriedly I'M
locked the door, and passed out into
the street. His bewilderment was now
increased tenfold. lie began to think
he had been transported to another
city.
"Them poles with wires-what are
they forrn he asked Of a passer.by,
The nan regarded him with amaze.
ment, tapped his forehead significantly,
and passed on without answering. Mr..
Pevensey was dumbfounded. Was he
in the spirit worldP Had that last
brawl been the cause OF his demisep 1t
seemed likely; and yet no; there was
the name of his street; he would seek
his own house, and have an explana-
ton of the affair. Yes, there it was at
last. 1t had not changed, at least; the
same steps, the same door were there
that he remembered leaning against SO
often late at night, and observing the
two whlrling lamp-posts on the r
lie assembled the steps and tried the
door. Not up yet. He must ring.
At the summons Il step was heard in
the hallway. and asleepy servant peered
out from the half.opened door.
'Oh, it's you, is it, Mr.. Pevenseyp"
said James.
NO" said Mr.. Pevensey, sit amt
me, is 1t? Now, my fine fellow. will
you tell me wot yer adoin' In my house,
heyp"
James was astonished. Mr.. Peyensey,
receiving no answer, thrust the man
aside, marched past him and entered
the parlor. lie was past being aston
ished now, and simply regarded the
furniture Of the room with mild won